Protected (Pt. 2)
Original Imagine Link: Part One
Word Count: 1,090
You chewed on your lip as you stood outside of the cell, fiddling with your fingers. Taking a deep breath, you shuffled forward, peeking into the room. Daryl was lying on one of the bunks in the cell, toying with one of his bolts. There was no expression on his face, but you could see a distant, haunted look in his eyes.
“Daryl,” you said softly, wrapping your fingers around one of the cell bars. His eyes flicked to you for a moment before returning to the bolt. You sighed and took a small step into the cell, digging the toe of your shoe into the cement floor. “I’m so sorry…” He scoffed and you mentally cringed, knowing what you said was probably stupid. But what else were you supposed to say? He’d had to see his brother as a walker and put him down.